The leader of the Blood Shura looked at Spencer, who was kneeling on the ground and resigned, then
he waved his hand. Those guys who had been possessed and were about to tear into Spencer halted
and stood still.
It turned out that those people could still listen to orders, and they were not without any intelligence.
âSince you have already cultivated my tribeâs magic, thatâs great!â The leader of the Blood Shuras said.
âWe have been sealed by that stinking monk, Pindola, in Kala Temple for thousands of years. We donât
know anything about the outside world now, and I want you to do me a favor.â
Spencer just wanted to leave this place alive.
He was incredibly selfish and a person who only looked out for his benefit. The life and death of others
did not concern him. Spencer immediately bowed and said, âMy lord, please tell me. I, Spencer Queen,
will obey your words without question.â
âVery good!â
The Blood Shuraâs leader was satisfied with Spencerâs attitude. âYou humans have a saying that a wise
man submits to his circumstances. If you obey my orders, I will not mistreat you. The thing is, Pindola
has broken my body, and this body canât withstand my powers at all. You have cultivated the magic of
my tribe, and this is exactly what I need.â
âWhat?!â Spencer was stunned. Without much thought, he wanted to escape.
If the leader of the Blood Shura wanted his body, could he still live?
Of course not!
âWhat? Youâre not willing?â
âM-My lord, I only have one body, if I give it to you, then I will die!â
âDonât worry!â The leader said slowly. âLater, I will give you a body from my tribe. Youâve already
cultivated with the magic of my tribe, and this body is not suitable for you. You wonât be able to exert
power in it, and only by using the body from my tribe will you be able to continue to advance.â
Spencer was surprised. âBut, if My lord were to use my body, then wouldnât you also be restricted by
that?â
The leader snorted coldly. âHow can you even begin to imagine the limit of my powers? My blood is of
the King of Blood Shura, and I can change the body however I like. Enough, thatâs all.â
The leader didnât bother talking nonsense anymore.
He stomped his foot fiercely, and blood energy spewed out from his body and rushed toward
Spencerâs. As for his current body, it fell to the ground in a heap, like a puppet whose strings had been
cut.
Spencerâs soul has been entirely suppressed and sealed by King Shura in a random corner of his mind
palace. King Shura now dominated the body, and though Spencer wanted to resist, he could not. As
the blood oath was equivalent to signing a soul contract and faced the leader of the Blood Shura, he
was a slave.
A few seconds later, Spencer opened his eyes again. Blood-colored arrays flashed in his eyes before
disappearing.
âHahaha, hahaha!â
âPindola, you stinking monk, you sealed me away for thousands of years in exchange for your life.
Now, I have been revived, and you? You have long since become a scattered soul!â
âThe last Buddhism sacred place! Today, I will demolish your Kala Temple!â
King Shura laughed loudly, then rushed out with his subordinates and began demolishing Kala Temple.
Finally, however, after a few bouts of smashing things, King Shura gave up.
He had yet to recover his strength, and even with Spencerâs body, he could only recover 1% of his
power, and he was unable to break the temple with it.
âStinking monk, just wait until my strength is recovered, then I will ruin your temple!â
âCome, letâs leave this broken temple!â
âI can finally see the sun again!â
King Shura led his men to the outside of Kala Temple. Then, he bumped into Alex and the others, who
were on the other side.
âItâs Spencer! And there are so many others that Blood Shura has possessed!â